Gyrfalcon's Keep Bones Exposed

Tonravik looked to the silver wolf who was impressive in stature herself when she was addressed. Others seemed to think she was companionable, but truth be told she was not. Not to strangers, anyway. But this one was different. A niggling feeling of familiarity. Not in looks, but in the others way. Tonravik approached with a confident air to her, but paused a few feet away, her intent relatively clear. Of course, the black bear of a wolf wanted to smell the other, to perhaps see if she had been with any that she knew in recent times. There was something Tartok in the others look alone. 

The others question was met with a short nod. Indeed, it was. Tonravik would continue these late nights up until she had found a home. Her ears twitched atop her head as she looked to Kroc, taking a surprisingly ginger step forward, nostrils flaring. May I, the question presented itself in her dark gaze, and she lingered there.